"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, November 20, 2010

Eyes...

Eyes



Tell a million varied stories
We look to them for signs
For answers
To unspoken questions



They pierce
They avoid
They desire
They deceive
They speak


When there are no words
Expressing the truth of life and living
Vibrant and vacant
In the space between breaths
Where secrets are hidden
Yearning to be known by another
To be naked, bathed in the light of knowing
Eyes
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